Poem: As Long as We Still Live

Perhaps this a little too depressing…  Jadefireeyes

Beneath a faithful blue sky

Nothing can touch us,

Even though our rein subsides with a whisper

And the Wind bids us farewell forever

As silently as it greeted us.

Across the Earth,

The World is empty.

We had believed it would rain,

For dismal mist was carried

On slender ropes of leering spirit.

We thought it would wash the misery away,

The still-surviving swamps and fens

And the sickened scars of sea

Ever-flooded to the edges of oblivion

With pestilence,

Sweeping the surface of the taint of Humanity.

The Vapors lied.

We punished the Skies.

The Wind is drowning in its own agony,

Weeping for forgiveness

Moaning for a pardon for a crime

It only partially understood.

It is uttering wretched misery.

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The calm night finally surrenders itself to the Rain,

And the fragile night is tangling,

Fueling the inferno’s unwavering radiance,

And

Making more painful the ultimate anguish of the chilling aureole.

This world

Is insane.
Within its borders

I am dying.

I long for better times,

For a second chance

For a world

Where we still discover

That everyone is but a puppet,

Pulled by invisible strings,

Controlled by something not of this evolving atmosphere.

The foolish marionettes who
Wander in an agonizing limbo
Running from a dreamland of nightmares
Only to find
The waking day hardly worth enduring for.
I want to find a place

Where I’m not like them.

Sure, this crazy world

Is killing me

As the ribbon strings wave

Of the people of Earth.

The World turns

As I fall.
The droplets of Cloud-Blood
Seep into the muddy ground
Leaching into the vile rivers
Making their way to the poisoned plains
Feeding the vacant husks of the deceased forest
Standing in silence,
Harboring a faltering legacy.
It stirs up decaying organisms to the surface,
And the reek of the decomposing rises upwards,
The drafts of stench overriding the
Clamors of sinister beasts
That come stalking into the heart of darkness,
Protected by Destiny
But only to find out that no one
Cares about that anymore.
Buried relics of the ancient past make themselves known,
As the horrors of the barren landscape crawl
Out of the filth of ignorance.

Life will go on

As Humanity is laid to rest in its

Corroding tomb,
Concealed by the rotting facade
Of a united house that cannot stand.

Nothing can touch us now,

Not even ourselves,

As our memories depart

With my last breath.

Nothing but

The delicious fragility of this travesty

Spurs me onward

In this dead, dead Earth

In this unloving World.